Chapter 143
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 143<\/p>\n
**The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**<\/p>\n
**Deanna\u2019s POV:**<\/p>\n
Luis raised his gaze to meet mine, his golden eyes gleaming with an intensity that felt predatory, as if he were a hunter assessing his next target. The scent of cedarwood mixed with an undercurrent of fury enveloped me, so potent it was as if it could consume me entirely.<\/p>\n
His voice, though steady, carried a chilling edge. \u201cI had a gut feeling my girl was up to something this morning. I flew back just to confirm, and it seems my omega is quite adept at playing games.\u201d<\/p>\n
I rubbed my forehead, feeling the weight of this conversation pressing down on me like a heavy fog. \u201cLuis, can you please just talk like a normal person for once?\u201d<\/p>\n
A mocking laugh escaped him, sharp and cutting. \u201cWhy should I? Is it because I\u2019m not as gentle as he is with my words?\u201d<\/p>\n
I held his gaze, determined to keep my tone even despite the turmoil inside me. \u201cEven if I wanted to deny it, Jake was my boyfriend once,\u201d I admitted quietly, the truth spilling out like a reluctant confession. \u201cI can\u2019t change the past, even if it upsets you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDeanna, that\u2019s your explanation?\u201d he questioned, disbelief lacing his words.<\/p>\n
His eyes fell, and I could see the tension in his jaw as he spoke through clenched teeth.<\/p>\n
I turned away, my gaze drifting to the window, the world outside a blur. \u201cIf you don\u2019t trust me, then no matter how I explain, you won\u2019t hear me anyway,\u201d I said stubbornly, my heart racing with frustration.<\/p>\n
In an instant, Luis seized the back of my head, forcing me to look at him. His amber eyes were frigid, and the scent that surrounded us felt like a heavy shroud, suffocating and inescapable. \u201cHow do you know I won\u2019t listen?\u201d he asked, his voice a low murmur. \u201cOr is it that you don\u2019t want to explain because you still have feelings for him?\u201d<\/p>\n
I struggled against him, but the confines of the back seat felt like a trap. His scent was everywhere, thick and powerful, leaving me with no room to breathe, let alone escape.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you stop being so childish?\u201d I snapped, raising my voice in exasperation.<\/p>\n
Luis chuckled coldly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. \u201cChildish? If you despise being around me so much, then why did you even get in the car?\u201d<\/p>\n
The futility of our argument weighed heavily on me. We were both too frustrated, too locked in our own emotions for anything I said to make sense to him right now. Perhaps it would be best if we distanced ourselves for a moment.<\/p>\n
I shoved him away and reached for the door handle, ready to step out and escape this suffocating atmosphere.<\/p>\n
But his deep, commanding voice stopped me in my tracks, filled with that unmistakable Alpha dominance. \u201cDeanna, go ahead. Try getting out of the car.\u201d<\/p>\n
Unbelievable. Was this man capable of being any more controlling?<\/p>\n
He ridiculed me without pause, and now he was preventing me from leaving.<\/p>\n
My hand slowly fell away from the handle, and I sighed, resigning myself to the moment. I sank back into my seat, lowering my head in defeat. My eyes landed on the Moonstone bracelet adorning my wrist, its soft glow a stark contrast to the tension between us.<\/p>\n
For a fleeting moment, I lost myself in its beauty, turning one of the stones between my fingers as a sense of calm washed over me. \u201cLuis, remember when you were away for work? I told you on the phone that we\u2019d talk when you came back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I want to.\u201d<\/p>\n
The air thickened with his scent, growing darker and more oppressive. His voice dipped, rich with wicked amusement. \u201cI\u2019m not finished having fun with you yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
His words sliced through me like a blade, leaving a raw ache in my chest that I couldn\u2019t ignore.<\/p>\n
For a fleeting moment, I had dared to believe that perhaps he saw me in a different light. That even if it wasn\u2019t love, there was at least a flicker of genuine affection between us.<\/p>\n
But no. Every action he took, every moment we shared, was merely a means to satisfy his own desires.<\/p>\n
In his eyes, I had always been nothing more than a game.<\/p>\n
He was right.<\/p>\n
And the cruel reality crashed over me like a wave. Hadn\u2019t I treated this as a game in the beginning as well?<\/p>\n
Why had I allowed myself to fall so deeply?<\/p>\n
I turned my head away, my throat tightening with emotion. Bitterness stung the back of my nose, filling me with a sharp, aching sadness that I couldn\u2019t suppress.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2226","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2226","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2226"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}